Sloane Grammar School boy, if you seek your memorial,
look around you.
DON'T FORGET!! -
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Hello and Welcome to
Sloane Grammar School website
If I built it I knew you would come
A School that invited loyalty(Quote by Don Wheal)
Gone But Not Forgotten
'Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade
Of that which once was great is pass'd away.'
On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic
You may think you're done with the past but the past isn't done with you!
"The merits of a school are judged as much by the men it produces as by their achievements as boys" -
(Old Cheynean D.J. Cowie, March 1929)
Register and link up with old school friends again and become part of Sloane Reunited.
If you were a pupil or member of staff at Sloane you qualify to register for the website. Click on Missing Classmates at the top of this page to see if we've been expecting you. If you see your name click on it and follow instructions. If your name's not there click on BECOME A MEMBER to learn more and then click the ADD NAME button to start the ball rolling or click Contact Us at the top of the page, read what you see then complete the box at the bottom of that page to ask me to add your name to the list.
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You're Never Alone As A Sloane
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Come on in!
Don't be late!
This is one detention
You'll be pleased to take.
A WARM WELCOME
to fellow Cheyneans and passers-by, from the Official Sloane Grammar School 1919-1970 Old Cheyneans and Friends web site.
Mark Foulsham, at Sloane 1963-70, created this site in August 2008 to record for posterity all that I can, and for all those who attended Sloane or simply have a Sloane connection, to share and enjoy. Feel free just to browse or, if you feel you qualify to join us, make full use of the site by becoming a Registered Classmate. Click on the Click Here to Register button above to start the registration process. It's Free!
I'll also be happy to send a personal invitation to anyone else with a Sloane School Chelsea connection who you think might like to join us. Just enter their Email address in the MISSING CLASSMATES box to your right and click Send Invite.
We may not understand why but memories of our days at Sloane remain with us while others do not. Whether they're good or they're bad, I'd like to give all old boys the opportunity to keep those memories alive.
Aspirations and Objectives
Sloane never had a motto and although our school badge is based on the lion rampant and boar's head of the Cadogan family crest their motto, Qui Invidet Minor Est or He That Envies Is Inferior, is not really appropriate so I'll adopt the one to be found on the Coat of Arms of the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea as it suits us nicely -
Quam Bonum In Unum Habitare
(What A Good Thing It Is To Dwell Together In Unity)
It is hoped, in some small way, to be able to have similar objectives to those stated for the first issue of The Cheynean in December 1926 -
"To record faithfully the major activities of the School, to promote and foster a corporate spirit in the School, to excite a greater keenness both in the games and in other phases of its social life, and to serve as a link between present members of the School and the Old Cheyneans". -
and also to bring together, once again, old friends and classmates, and those of us who have outlived the school and share a common interest in its history and its future.
Sadly, I've no memory of having ever sung or even heard a school song but apparently one was written by music Master Mr Seymour Dicker in 1928, and was first sung in July of that year by pupil J E Bush. What became of it after that first performance is a mystery but it contained the lines -
"Salve, the School and its scholars so keen,
Long may they keep its memory green."
If you've any memories of Sloane you'd like to share, use the Contact Us page to send them in and, whilst you're there, register for the site as well.
Once you've registered, you can activate the Instant Messaging feature that allows you to hold a 'real-time' online conversation with anyone else who has logged on to the website. You can also send a message to someone else on the site via the Message Centre or by using their Profile. Click on their name on the Classmate Profiles page then click on the red 'Send ? a private message' at the top of their Profile.
After you've registered, why not take a look at all the Classmate Profiles ? Even if you don't know the person involved, the information they've put on their Profile can be interesting, illuminating and fun, and often brings back memories of something you thought you'd forgotten about.
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Why Not Take a Look at Where your Classmates are Living?
Find out the Postcode of a Classmate from their Profile (if they've agreed to let everyone know it) then Click on the link below, enter the details where it says 'Address', then Click on 'Go'. Not every country is covered yet and those that are have limited coverage, but it's worth a try.
Here's the link. Have fun - http://www.vpike.com/
BBC Respond To Claims Of Bias
In response to a number of claims that there are not enough Africans, Asians, Caribbeans and Eastern Europeans appearing on their channel, the BBC have decided that in future, Crimewatch will now be shown twice weekly.
New Covid Rapid Test Kits Have Arrived From China
Due to a shortage of Coronavirus Rapid Test kits, the Government have reacted as swiftly as we've come to expect and ordered thousands in from China. Should you be in need of one, you are asked to contact your local Chinese restaurant and ask for 'number 56' on the menu -
Boris Johnson Accepts The Nation's Forgiveness
The Prime Minister has told our reporter that the Omicron Coronavirus variant is now a thing of the past and has decided to end the pandemic. He would like to thank his people for forgiving his recent lies, misdemeanours, gaffes and scandals and hope life can now carry on as normal.
From number 10 today he said,
“Ending the pandemic and ensuring that everyone can go back to their normal lives was the least I could do after accidentally going to a party and accidentally allowing dozens of other parties to accidentally take place in my own home.
I’ve decided that it’s safe for you to bin your masks, squeeze onto crowded trains and gather as largely as you like.
The virus won’t get you – I promise. And I’m putting an end to any more variants so that’s now officially it.
Party all you like! And by the way, I’m also backdating these new rules by two years.
So, er, I can keep being PM now, right?”
Perhaps you can now, Boris. Now that you've joined Fred West as being the only two people I know who've owned up about the people in their garden.
As a consequence of the latest announcement, Boris has now scrapped Plan C, which was to have included -
1) Only go into the office if wine is available.
2) No socialising without cheese.
3) If you must go to work, take your wife and baby.
4) Hairdressers are open but please comb your hair with a balloon instead.
Prince Andrew to argue that it wasn’t a wild sex party at Jeffrey Epstein’s place, it was a work meeting
After failing to get the case against him thrown out of a US court, Prince Andrew is in conversation with his legal team about his best line of defence.
The ninth in line to the throne will now face a civil trial in America to deny claims of the sexual abuse of Virginia Giuffre, who was a teenager at the time of the alleged offences.
One of the solicitors on Prince Andrew’s legal team who is naturally being funded by taxpayer money, outlined the possible difficulties he might face during the trial.
“He’s up against it somewhat", he told me, with a grimace, “and he’s already sweating buckets."
“For a start, there are photos of him with his accuser, a slimy grin plastered over his smug entitled face, and then you have his odd line of defence that he couldn’t sweat, that he made while visibly sweating on camera.
And forget the whole Pizza Express alibi, as that carries about as much weight as his assertion that he doesn’t know who his accuser is.”
“No, we are going to have to admit that he was at Jeffrey Epstein’s place, but we will try and convince the jury that the event on the evening in question, in a house crammed with half-naked teenage girls – most of whom were there against their will – was nothing more than a ‘work meeting’.
And the booze that was there was no more than the standard amount you’d expect at any work meeting.”
“What’s that, where did we get the idea for that defence strategy? Oh, it just came to us out of the blue.”
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FRONT PAGE NEWS
Her Majesty The Queen Tells Prince Andrew He Must Return All Medals
In the wake of the allegations regarding Prince Andrew and sex with a minor, he was in floods of tears when his mother broke the news that he was being stripped of his titles including use of His Royal Highness. After wiping the tears away, he carried on hosting the shooting party he'd organised for family and friends. He was later seen to be visibly struggling with Her Majesty's decision when he was told that he must also return his medals. Apparently, say friends, the loss of this one caused him most pain -
Office Worker Keeps Mistaking Work Meetings For Parties
A 35-year-old accountant has received a formal written warning today after yet again mistaking a work meeting for a party.
He has worked for the Civil Service for the last two and a bit years, has been repeatedly told to stop attending work meetings in a party hat and letting off party poppers while his co-workers are talking.
An HR representative told me,
“It’s been difficult to be understanding towards him because, let’s face it, it’s VERY difficult to mistake a work meeting for a party. Yet he keeps on doing it, time after time.
I was actually in the first meeting where he got it wrong; he tried to get the sales managers to get up and join his conga while they were explaining why we were 10% below forecast for the quarter.
He looked genuinely shocked when people wouldn’t join him. It’s like he genuinely believed he had been invited to a party. What sort of moron thinks like that?
I can’t imagine anyone who is borderline competent at their job could ever mistake a work meeting for a party. That would be ridiculous, right?
We’d like to get rid of him, to be honest, but he’s well connected and some important people seem to like his eccentric style – plus he went to the ‘right’ school and all that – so we’ll have to wait for the higher-ups to realise he’s a complete liability.
Judging by the looks on their faces this morning, it won’t be long before he’s out the door. "
A Letter To The Times
Ex-Army man Edward Hamilton-Russell wrote this to the times in response to a writer -
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HOME FRONT NEWS
Remember when you were little and you could just rip off your nappy and run arund naked and everyone thought it was cute and funny? Anyway, this is my way of telling you I need bail money.
Not true, obviously. I just thought I'd start with something you'd all like to hear. I couldn't run around anything, including naked. I'm getting too old for most things even if most people don't realise how old I am until they hear me stand up. Which reminds me. I think people are too judgemental today, anyway. I can tell just by looking at them.
I'm not saying I'm too old for everything, just most things. To give you an idea of how old I am, this week I've dialed a rotary phone (that didn't have an answering machine), recorded a song off a transistor radio onto a reel-to-reel tape recorder, watched a black and white TV (with less than 10 channels) that had foil on the rabbit ear antennas, taken a long walk without counting the steps, and eaten food that I hadn't taken photos of to put on Facebook (whatever that is).
I've even refused to babysit for my daughter this weekend while her and her bloke go abroad for a weekend 'break'. I wouldn't last an hour with my grandkids and I object to being used anyway. My wife's going to do it on her own. I wish her well. I shall be booking my own break to help my recovery from being without my wife for three whole days.
I do hope you made the most of the festive spirit this time around. If you didn't, you can always try a different blend next year. I did learn something over Christmas. It was that Santa and I have a few things in common -
1) I eat other people's food if it's left unattended.
2) I only visit people once a year. And
3) I'm really fat.
Things have returned to something like normal in the Foulsham household and in my efforts to wind down I've found myself doing a little more to the family tree. Apart from the Foulsham family members who went to America in the 17th century and the Durant (my Paternal Grandmother's maiden name) who went on to become a well-known racehorse trainer in Australia, our tree's been coming up short on anyone out of the ordinary. Maybe she's not in the same realms of glory, but Margaret Durant, born Margaret Driscoll in Southwark in 1852 did, at least keep the constabulary busy. She went to prison at least once in the years between 1880 and 1893 (Holloway, Pentonville, Wormwood Scrubs and Knaphill usually), often for larceny and/or being inebriated, but primarily for stealing boots. She seems to have had a thing about boots, stealing at least one pair a year, probably when hers were worn out. She must have stolen a pair belonging to a 'nob' one year because it resulted in a 5 year penal servitude sentence. Apart from her fondness for drink, her Wormwood Scrubs discharge papers in 1894 give further indications that she is related to me as they describe her as,
"4ft 10 ins tall, of stout build, with an oval face".
The "light brown hair, blue eyes, four scratch scars on her left cheek and another on the top of her left lip" might not be so apllicable but I'm working on it.
Even after marrying Charlie Durant she often used her maiden name as an alias and was charged under whichever name she was using when arrested. Sounds sensible but it no doubt confused their three kids.
My wife and I are talking to each other again. It started after I said to her,
" I've just done a silent fart. What should I do? "
" Put batteries in your hearing aid, " she said.
Commencing my annual New Year diet, I walked into my local bakery and asked,
" What do you have with no fat and no sugar? "
Only to be greeted with an incredulous look from the stick-thin lady behind the counter and the words,
" Napkins? "
Eating and drinking are two of life's great pleasures but once everything that's been sitting there since Christmas has been drunk or eaten I really will shed a few more pounds. Boris's inconsiderate easing of Covid restrictions isn't going to help. I've been quite good during times of isolation, with my latest drink of choice being a quarantine coffee. It's just like normal coffee except that it has whisky in it and also no coffee.
Talking of Covid (can I ever stop?). If they continue to do it in shops, don't let them take your temperature on your forehead. It's a government plot to erase your memory. I went into a supermarket for a bottle of milk and a loaf of bread and came out with a case of beer and twelve bottles of wine. I've taken to drinking indoors again because I don't like what happens to me when I go to the local -
And so we come to the end of another week in which I didn't become unexpectedly rich. If I survive another, I'll continue doing the Lottery, playing the Pools and backing the horses. If I still don't get rich it will have been fun trying and I know I can rely on you lot to bail me out if it all goes wrong.
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THOUGHTS FOR THE WEEK
If there's one thing I've learnt over the years it's that there are four things that people find hard to say. They are -
1) I'm sorry.
2) I need help.
3) I was wrong.
4) Worcestershire Sauce.
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JOKES OF THE DAY
Anyone remember the conversation between Norm and Cliff from the American TV comedy Cheers in the late 1980s, in which Cliff explains to Norm his 'buffalo theory' of how beer makes you smarter? -
"Well, you see, Norm, it’s like this. A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it’s the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. And that, Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few beers."
A group of blokes, all turning 40, discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally, it was agreed that they would meet at Wetherspoons in Norbury because the waitresses had big breasts and wore miniskirts.
Ten years later, at age 50, the friends once again discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally, it was agreed that they would meet at Wetherspoons in Norbury because the waitresses were attractive, the food and service was good and the beer selection was excellent.
Ten years later, at age 60, the friends again discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally, it was agreed that they would meet at Wetherspoons in Uxbridge because there was plenty of parking, they could dine in peace and quiet with no loud music, and it was good value for money.
Ten years later, at age 70, the friends discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally, it was agreed that they would meet at Wetherspoons in Norbury because the restaurant was wheelchair accessible and had a toilet for the disabled.
Ten years later, at age 80, the friends discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally, it was agreed that they would meet at Wetherspoons in Norbury because they had never been there before.
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The Story of The NEVERWELLS (WHO ARE NEVER OUT OF TROUBLE)
Many years ago I picked up a small book at a car boot sale and now, With two years in the world of Covid behind us, I thought it might be a good time to share its contents with you.
The book in question, published in 1948 (the year the NHS came into being), is titled The Story of The NEVERWELLS (WHO ARE NEVER OUT OF TROUBLE) and was written by William Edwards, a doctor, under the pseudonym Dr. Goodenough.
The Neverwells included mum and dad, their small boy Billy, growing-up Mary and baby Roy, and came into being after the Editor of The People newspaper met two people on a train. One of them was a doctor friend of the Editor's, 'a kindly soul yet a man of the world who has one of the biggest practices in the South of England.' He said:
"I am rushed off my feet these days. And in most cases I need not have been called in at all, if only people had a simple knowledge about ordinary illnesses."
Later, the Editor found himself talking to a woman passenger with two children -
"They're not too strong," she said, "always under the doctor with one thing or another. It's never serious you know, but the trouble is you can never be sure and so you must call the doctor."
The same night as he had spoken to the two people on the train, the Editor of The People telephoned his doctor friend and asked him if he would become Dr. Goodenough and write for him every week the story of a family - the Neverwell family - about their complaints and how he treated them, and in simple language so that ordinary people could at last learn the elementary things about illness.
For over a year before the book was published, Dr. Goodenough entertained and instructed People readers every week with the story of the never-ending complaints of the Neverwells. There were words of wisdom and understanding in these little features as well. So much so that, increasingly, the People was inundated with letters from readers asking for a book to be written. Hence, the book I picked up some 30 years after it was first published I now bring to you each time I update this Home Page of the website. I hope you find some enjoyment in its pages and can see the comparisons it enables us to make between the way medicine was practiced back then and how much it has advanced in such a relatively short space of time whilst the personal touch has moved in the opposite direction.
This fifth piece from the book concerns -
Mrs. Neverwell was in a very bad temper. Although her scalded foot was painful, she refused to see the doctor.
" He's hardly been out of the house for weeks, " she said.
She peeled off her stocking very gingerly, dusted on some flour, and covered it with boric lint. All night, her foot ached, Billy was restless, and Mr. Neverwell apologetic, but for three days she went on enduring it, while Mary, with her bandaged thumb, helped with the chores. Then the foot began to throb and burn, and red streaks appeared up her leg. There was a painful, swollen gland in her groin.
Mr. Neverwell, on his own initiative, went and fetched Dr. Goodenough. The lint had stuck, and the doctor soaked it off in warm water.
" Incidentally, " he said, " if you must use lint, the smooth side goes next the skin, not the fluffy side. That one always sticks. "
Mrs. Neverwell's foot looked very angry and inflamed.
" It must have been the dye off my stocking, " she said.
" You mean the dirt on it, " said Dr. Goodenough. " Dyes are antiseptic, if anything, though modern fast dyes usually make no difference either way. A few people are sensitive to some dyes, and can get an itching rash from a cheap fur which hasn't been dyed too well ; but no one ever came to any harm from the dye on a stocking. It's the dirt that contains the germs, and the germs which cause the inflammation. You helped on the good work by putting on the flour, which may have contained a few more germs. And dry boric lint is not an antiseptic. Boracic only becomes antiseptic when it is wetted - and not a very strong one, then. The long and short of it is that your foot has gone septic, and the inflammation is streaking up your leg to that gland that is hurting you. Don't worry about that. If the gland wasn't there, it would get in your blood, and you'd have blood poisoning. Anyhow, the gland will go down as soon as we get the foot better. "
" I shan't have to have it off, shall I? " asked Mrs. Neverwell, rather alarmed.
" Not this time. Science may have discovered atom bombs, which are bad for you, but it has also discovered quite a lot of things which are good for you. Penicillin, for instance, and M & B (Editor Foulsham's Note: M & B was Sulfapyridine, a sulphonamide, first prescribed in 1938 for the treatment of pneumonia and other infections). We'll soon have you fixed up. "
He dressed the scald with penicillin ointment, and explained how to change the dressing every three hours. Then he gave her some tablets.
" Drink a pint of water every time you take them, and don't treat yourself to a dose of Epsom-salt. Salts don't agree with M & B. "
By the very next day, the inflammation had all gone - and so had the pain. The doctor put on a dressing, and told her :
" What you have to remember about burns and scalds is that the heat destroys any germs on your skin, and inflammation won't start until you put some more there. But, once you do that, you are providing those germs with damaged tissue to feed on, and that's just what they like. If the place has been touched with a dirty stocking or dirty fingers, you should assume that germs are there, and dab on a little peroxide, or weak flavine, or permanganate, or some other very dilute antiseptic. Don't use strong ones, or you will just increase the damage to the skin. Then, apply a clean oily dressing, which is very soothing. Surgical gauze soaked in medicinal paraffin does very well for household burns. Better still, boil some bits of gauze in soft paraffin, drain them, and pack them away in a clean tin till you want them. But, of course, you won't do that. It's the sort of thing people put off, like going to the dentist. "
" There's enough to do, bottling fruit and making jam, without boiling up paraffin, " said Mrs. Neverwell.
" True, " said the doctor. " In that case, you can buy your greasy gauze ready made - it's called tulle gras. How does your foot feel ? "
" Fine, " said Mrs. Neverwell. " There's one thing about being in pain - it's so lovely when it stops. Thanks very much. I'll be all right now. "
She limped about the house, hoping Mr. Neverwell would come home early, to help with Billy and the baby. But, when the front door did open at last, he came in unsteadily. His face was flushed and feverish, and he spoke as if he had a potato in his mouth.
" I think I'm g-going to choke, " he muttered thickly, and collapsed into an easy chair.
Join us next time to learn what's up with Mr. Neverwell and recall a word that's hardly ever used today - Quinsy.
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The Home We Called Sloane
The Sloane building seen from Hortensia Road in 1908
The Sloane building was 100 years old in 2008, although it didn't actually start life as a boys' school until after the First World War, during which it served as a hospital. It still stands and many memories are, no doubt, ingrained in its walls along with the odd name and ribald comment. Who knows what the future holds, despite its Grade II listing on May 7th, 2002. Grade II listed buildings can be altered, extended, or even demolished, but only with Local Authority consent, so it may be that the building is considered historically or architecturally interesting enough for it's fabric to remain untouched. Some consideration may have been given to it having been the first purpose-built secondary school in London, and it is certainly one of only 3% of all ages of listed buildings that was built in the 20th century. Schools generally are seen as a good investment by developers because they're easy to convert. They are likely to be structurally sound because the authorities will have inspected them regularly to ensure they comply with Health and Safety requirements.
Sadly, Sloane Grammar School for Boys only lasted 51 years, from 1919-1970. Sloane old boy John Binfield, in one of his poems, writes -
... the school, with
All its past, was sucked into a huge
Turbulent sea of glass in Pimlico
And sank without trace. "full fathom five..
Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.
Hark, now I hear them. Ding-dong bell".
The exterior of the building still survives in the form we all remember even if the interior doesn't. It would have been wonderful to have been able to celebrate, in 2019, what would have been its centenary as a boys' school, had it remained in existence as such. Unfortunately, for us, it wasn't to be, and the Covid-19 pandemic that gripped the world in 2020 and beyond didn't allow for a late celebration either . Maybe one day......
Sloane seen from the rear in 2014
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This Website And The British Library's Web Archive
Please Note: - The school building still remains but not as a school. I've tried to preserve as much of its history and old boys' memories of it as I can, on this website. You might like to know that once I'm no longer around and have shuffled off to that classroom in the sky, this website will remain intact. Once my monthly payments to the Class Creator programmers cease the site will continue but to compensate them for their loss it will display adverts. If you're still around, you'll still be able to Log In to the site and carry on much as you did when I was alive. Naturally, the site will look exactly as it did (apart from the adverts) on the day I died. What will not be possible are any new members, unlikely as that is, as I won't be here to verify they are who they say they are.
In addition, in 2013 , just before the Legal Deposit regulations came into force, I asked to register the website with the British Library's UK Web Archive as one of historical interest and they agreed. So, when none of us are unable to Log In anymore or the Class Creator business ceases to operate, it will still be available for access by our children and grandchildren etc., as well as future historians, at this address -
The British Library
96 Euston Road
London NW1 2DB
Tel: +44 (0)20 7412 7184
Since 2013, publishers need to give a copy of every UK publication they make to the British Library. Five other major UK libraries may also ask to be given a copy. This system is called legal deposit and it's been a part of English law since 1662.
Print publications for legal deposit can be books, journals, sheet music, maps, plans, charts or tables. Now legal deposit also covers material published digitally such as websites, blogs, e-journals and CD-ROMs.
Legal deposit has many benefits for publishers and authors. The deposited publications can be read inside the British Library and will be preserved for future generations. Their works become part of the nation’s heritage, providing inspiration for new books and other publications.
Unfortunately, in the case of websites, the British Library say that much of the information contained in them cannot be archived for technical reasons. In addition, as almost all this website's pages are Password Protected, it will be impossible for them to be accessed unless I remove that restriction. At some point I will give the British Library's 'web crawler' access to our Password Protected pages to allow it to take a 'snapshot' of the site on a daily, weekly, monthly, quarterly or 6-monthly basis. At the time of writing this, 2020, their system doesn't have the capability to crawl and archive private content that sits behind a Log In procedure. They will noever be allowed access to members' Profiles and the personal information they contain.
The current generation of web crawlers cannot capture:
Unlike static HTML, which is relatively easy to capture, script code is very hard for traditional web crawlers to analyse, which is why the Library runs web browsers for a limited part of their crawls. Even that cannot capture very interactive web sites, like single-page web applications, or any site feature that needs a remote server to function. In practical terms this means that entering queries into the search box of an archived version of a website will not work. Standard links on the website, however, will work as normal.
Attempts are made to gather all of the objects associated with a website including html, images, PDF documents, audio and video files and other objects such as programming scripts. However, the crawler software cannot automatically gather any material that is protected behind a password, without the owner's collaboration. Web site owners may however choose to divulge confidentially a user ID and password to allow archiving of these areas. So, as I said, I'll collaborate with the British Library to allow them to gather only non-invasive non-personal information behind the password protection if and when their archiving system becomes capable of it .
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Whatever our own personal reasons for it doing so, the school will still haunt most of us even if it disappears altogether. With that tenuous link, here's a poem that I came across in a copy of The Cheynean -
The Ghost of Sloane
When London's asleep and the School very quiet,
No sound of footsteps, no sound of a riot,
No sound of even the shuffle of feet,
No sound of the creak of a pupil's seat,
Out of the darkness the ghost of Sloane
Awakes from rest with a sigh and a groan.
Then up he arises to haunt the School
Climbing the stairs in the guise of a ghoul.
He shuffles and clanks down each corridor
Into the classrooms where stand desks galore.
He examines each desk and checks the boys' work,
Allots ghostly marks in the dark and the murk.
If you ever lose books from out of your desk,
And the teacher upbraids you and calls you a pest,
Just tell him my story, however tall,
Of the white shrouded phantom that haunts the School Hall.
J. Hollingshead (3C)
As for us, the boys who used to attend our Chelsea school, we probably considered ourselves 'Chelsea men' but I doubt that many of us fitted the description in this poem, written when he was in the 5th year by one time Sloane Schoolboy, A R Doubledee. I get the impression he didn't particularly approve of the 'Beatniks' of the late 50s and early 60s that he found himself sharing Chelsea with or, as he called them the 'Weirdies' -
The Chelsea man is excessively queer,
He only drinks coffee and doesn't like beer.
He's always "chatting" the girls, and yet
This seems to make him "one of the set".
His unkempt chin and uncut hair
Go with his feet which are usually bare.
If he wears shoes, they've never got soles,
And he's usually found in Bohemian holes.
His outsize sweater is generally black
Contrasting well with his shorty mac.
He wears his clothing merely to show
That he can keep up with the boys of Soho.
To find a girl he doesn't look far,
But into the nearest coffee bar,
Where he's sure to meet a Bohemian "yob".
They're all from Chelsea - what a mob!
The girls with hair right down their backs
Wear irregular clothes that look like sacks.
They walk about wearing father's sweater:
I really don't see why he should let 'er.
Their gaudy clothes of reds and greens
Match up with the style of their men-friends' jeans.
Now that's how it goes with the latest style:
Girls on their faces make-up pile,
The men wear anything they can find -
I shouldn't stare, I should just act blind!
A.R. Doubledee (5b)
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